This morning while Sheila does her yoga, Nils watches. “That looks a little stressful,” he comments, when Sheila assumes what appears to be a contorted pose.

“It’s not. It’s called the camel, Ustrasana, and it relaxes me.”

“It excites me,” Nils says.

“I can see that,” Sheila says, her eyes fixed on Nils’ erection. “It excites me that it excites you.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh. Come over here. Maybe I can excite us even more.”

Sheila directs Nils to stand directly before her, his cock jutting just above her chin. “Touch it to my nose,” Sheila says. “Mmm, like that. Back and forth. Mmm. Now my eyelids. Mmm, the other one. Mmm. Now move closer. Mmm.”

Sheila mouths Nils’ balls, then moves her lips to the special place just beyond. A few strokes of her tongue and Nils is lost, bullets of heavy cum shooting over Sheila’s breasts and splashing her tummy.

“I like that Ultrasana,” Nils tells Sheila some twenty minutes later, after he’s mostly recovered.

“Mmm, yes, Ustrasana,” Sheila corrects him.

“The camel,” Nils says.

“Yes, the camel.” Sheila nods. “One thing about the camel...”

“What’s that?” Nils asks.

“Or maybe two things.”